During the period of preparation for opening the Wild
West exhibition in Manchester, I took advantage of the
spare time that was offered, and with my daughter, Arta,
spent a well-earned vacation of two weeks in Italy. I say
well-earned because from the day of opening our show
in London until the close of our engagement in that city
I had not missed a single one of the three hundred performances given, notwithstanding the unexampled social
courtesies that I was compelled to observe, which kept me
occupied nearly eighteen hours out of every twenty-four.
At one time it had been the ambition of Mr. Salsbury and
myself to give a Wild West exhibition in the ancient Colosseum of Rome, but an examination of the ruins and
surroundings speedily convinced me that to make the
attempt would be a vaulting ambition overleaping itself,
and the idea was abandoned. I made a rather hasty tour
of the more important cities of Italy, but can hardly admit
that the trip was an enjoyable one on account of a constant realization of the necessity of my presence with the
show, and the hurried manner in which I was compelled
to make my visit. Accordingly, I returned to Manchester
and helped prepare for opening the winter season there.
The English winter, if not subject to such intense frosts

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